What’s your thing?
You can whisper it to me if you like… I wont tell.
How about I tell you mine first?
I want to be an artist - with a big, messy studio.
I don't just want to paint. I want to live the life.
And I guess, with RockCakes, I'm already a partway there...
But I dream of converting my loft into a super lush studio.
With skylights, so at night I can lie on my worn-in sofa and lose myself watching the stars and planes pass by.
There'll be paint everywhere - a kind of organised mess.
And I think I'll get an old record player too, for the vintage vinyl I am slowly collecting.
In that space I'll be acting in freedom.
Tapping into my feelings, not holding back.
I'll share my work in a little gallery somewhere, not online.
I’ll be older by then. A little wilder. A little freer.
Carefree. Not giving a fuck.
That dream lights me up.
And I'm pretty sure it's possible - in time.
Am I living it yet? Not quite. But I'm working on it.
Right now, I am leaning into RockCakes.
Enjoying the space I've got, while slowly clearing the loft.
I am learning to let go - a little.
And I have a rule:
I paint for 10 minutes every day.
The first steps towards that place - without wishing the now away.
So, I’ll ask you again…
What’s your thing?
Are you a dancer at heart?
Or singing on stage with your band?
Maybe you make beautiful cakes and sell them from your sweet little bakery?
Maybe you dream of being a tattoo artist...
Or a deep sea diver...
Or a writer of a romance column in the Sunday paper...
Let yourself imagine - just for one minute - that you could do your thing.
I wonder what the first step might be…